“I know, anything we do, its always fun.”
“No he’s not. Why would he think that?”
“Because I know where he lives and how his day goes and watch him all the time!” Summer groans and collapses into her pillow.
“Oh my god, you are a stalker,” Erica teased with a grin.
Summer gripped her hair dramatically and groaned again. “Noooooo!”
“I was kidding. Everyone does that Summer..it’s just what happens when you’re in loooove.”
“I love him so much, Erica, you don’t even know. His eyes, his hair, his smile … he has the best smile, oh my god.”